Ruuti

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So it was that the re-known Sommelo 2008 festival had almost run its course. As I recall it was a strange nightless summer night in the small village of Haikola. The weather was not summer. The rain was ceaseless, the temperature was around +5˚ Celsius and I had already been thoroughly soaked for couple of days. People – audience and performers – were packed in a small, rustic hut built in the late 19th century. Music was played non-stop as the night reached for the morning.

I had already had some curious eyefuls of this certain trio during the festival. They call themselves “Ruuti” (Gunpowder) and they soon took over one corner of the hut. My memories of what happened next are somewhat vague – I couldn’t see a thing, anyway – but I there was the smell of sweat mixed with rain, birch leaves and vodka. The loosely build wooden blanks that had been nominated to function as the floor were shaking, and a strange, dark, but joyous music had felled me to the ground. I felt good. This was the closest thing I have ever gotten to a “juke-joint” and I didn’t want go home anymore. What are you supposed to do after that kind of a thing? Live happily ever after, die or buy the album? I haven’t quite decided what I will do.